Chapter 15: Don’t Be Content to Starve to Death, but Be Like a Praying Mantis (Ask for Recommendation Votes and Monthly Votes)

"Ah!!"

The shrill scream filled the room.

The scalpel passed over Kosaka's thigh, and the coin-sized, fish-scale-shaped flesh flew up.

The white flesh was exposed, and the edges of the new and old blades were connected and clearly demarcated, with only a few drops of blood.

"It's a very good 'fish-scale cut'."

Mei Yu pinched the piece of meat and put it in front of Kosaka, smiling with satisfaction: "I feel that the touch is particularly good today, is it because of the bottle of medicine?"

"Hehe, you... old thing... damn..."

Kosaka hung his head in a daze, his sweaty cheeks pale as a ghost.

The originally well-proportioned body had been cut off a layer, but the wound had scabbed, revealing dark red flesh.

When the flesh was cut, he felt a sharp pain first, followed by an inexplicable excitement, obviously because the scalpel was coated with medicine.

It made him more and more excited, his perception became more and more sensitive, and his spirit became more and more high, and he couldn't even faint.

He could only stay awake every minute and every second, and clearly feel this inhuman torture.

For the first time, Kosaka hated the effect of the blood-replenishing medicine that he had praised so much before.

He really never thought that the so-called "Lingchi" could be so torturous.

This is pure "technique", or in other words, an extremely superb "sword technique".

It feels a bit like the way that kid uses a knife.

Silent, precise, fast, and deadly...

No one has ever used sword techniques on this. Even ninjas like them use illusions or secret techniques to interrogate intelligence.

Even those nobles who like to torture people use whips, candles, and branding irons...

So, what kind of madman has developed such a cruel torture? !

"Ah!"

Another knife slashed across, Kosaka's eyes were full of bloodshot, and he growled weakly: "Madman! Madman! You old madman!!"

However, only the devastating silence of the lonely island responded to his shrill wails and screams.

Mei Yu seemed to be completely deaf, just talking to herself with a smile on her face, and then showing him the meat she had cut off, as if she was showing off to him.

"Enough! Enough! Who are you anyway?!"

Kosaka's cheeks twitched, and he lowered his head weakly and asked, "It's impossible for pirates like you to exist. Which nobleman's dog is it? Or is it Hanzo of the Rain Country?!"

Hearing this, Mei Yu's movements froze, and he squinted at him.

"Hanzo?" Mei Yu sneered as if insulted, "That brainless warrior? That selfish, jealous, arrogant, and hopeless lackey of the daimyo?"

"...What did you say?"

Kosaka was still gasping in pain, and he widened his eyes when he heard this, staring at Mei Yu in front of him.

Even the Sandaime was very afraid of Hanzo, calling him a man who could change the direction of the war, but this old man in front of him called him a brainless warrior?

"It seems that you and your superiors are very optimistic about Hanzo."

Meiyu's expression became cold, and she whispered: "The daimyo is incompetent, the country is prosperous and decadent, the officials are corrupt, those who make loyal suggestions are demoted, and the rest are in cahoots with the nobles, making a fortune from the war, adding fuel to the fire of war."

"The upper and lower levels are deceived, the party struggles are fierce, the officials are corrupt, the daimyo is incompetent, and the quality of the ninjas is uneven. What does it matter if Hanzo is strong alone?"

As he spoke, Meiyu's tone became a little crazy, but his eyes became more and more determined.

There are too many people like him in this country. He no longer has any hope for those guys, and he can't do anything about what this country has encountered.

Until they met Lord Kumokawa.

They saw hope for this country and even the entire ninja world.

"Ha, you mean, you are not nobles, or even ninjas?" Kosakao sneered, "ridiculous, ridiculous! No matter how many guys like you gather, there will be no change..."

At this point, he suddenly paused, as if he thought of something, and his eyes gradually brightened.

"Yes, that's right! You... don't you want to overthrow the rule of the Daimyo of Rain Country and Hanzo?" Kosaka's spirit became excited again, and he said, "The Mizukage of our Kirigakure is very close to the common people!"

"I can help you contact the Mizukage, and we will work together to overthrow the rule of the Daimyo of Rain Country, and then put that kid... no, help your Lord Kumokawa to the position of Daimyo!"

Hearing the words "Mizukage" and "position of Daimyo", the subtle sneer in Meiyu's eyes could hardly be concealed.

Idiot! An extremely short-sighted idiot!

Sure enough, just as Lord Kumokawa said.

How can a sparrow know the ambition of a swan!

Meiyu suddenly lost the interest in "missionary work".

What really imprisons a person is often not talent, but the shackles of thought!

Whether it is those samurai or most ninjas, they are imprisoned in the siege of thought that has been passed down in the ninja world for thousands of years.

"It doesn't matter. You won't understand..."

Meiyu's expression gradually became indifferent, and she smiled: "I do all this out of my own will. Even if the final result is death, it doesn't matter, just like what Lord Yunchuan said."

"I would rather be a hungry man than a praying mantis! Hahaha!"

Looking at the enthusiasm in Meiyu's eyes, Kosaka's pupils trembled suddenly, and an inexplicable timidity mixed with fear gushed out like a spring.

It was a kind of fear without reason, crawling on the body like a poisonous snake, oppressing with cold temperature little by little.

"Mad man! You are all crazy! What kind of magic did that guy feed you...ah!!"

Mei Yu replaced the blunt scalpel, and then continued to cut the flesh on the soles of his feet.

The soles of human feet are extremely sensitive, and this feeling is simply worse than death.

Especially after discovering this guy's madness and fanaticism, it directly accelerated the collapse of Kosaka's psychological defense line.

A lot of blood flowed from the broken nose, and bloodshot eyes were full of bloodshot at some point, the veins on the forehead were stretched, and the whole body swelled unnaturally, as if it was about to explode from the inside out.

Almost at the moment when his brain was in a trance, he clenched his teeth tightly, a hint of death flashed in his eyes, and he grinded his back molars hard.

But at this time, he suddenly discovered.

The thing that should have been hidden in the groove between the outer side of the teeth and the skin disappeared at some point!

"What are you looking for?"

Mei Yu suddenly smiled, took out a small pill from her pocket, and sneered, "I guess, you are looking for this?"

That was the drug that the members of the Kirigakure Anbu kept to prevent themselves from being caught, so as to avoid physical pain or revealing secrets.

Kosaka, who was already unable to hold on, had planned to commit suicide to take the information to the grave!

But now he can't even commit suicide!

"Enough! I say! I say! You old lunatic! Give me a quick death!!"

The blood scab on Kosaka's chapped lips broke again. The double torture of physical and psychological torture finally made him completely desperate, and he wailed hoarsely that he was willing to confess.

"Don't worry." Mei Yu waved her hand cheerfully, "Let's try other torture instruments?"

Looking at Kosaka, whose eyes gradually became gray, Mei Yu squinted her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

Speaking of which, among so many people captured, this guy was the one who persisted the longest.

Fortunately, he did not live up to the trust of Lord Kumokawa.

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"What?"

In the guest room, Meiyu pointed at her confused face and looked at Yunchuan who was sitting on the bed reading the information. She said in a surprised tone: "You mean, you don't need me anymore?"

Although he did not seek rewards for his work, he did not want to be fired!

"Uncle Meiyu, what are you thinking about!" Yunchuan raised his head helplessly and emphasized, "I want you to rest for a while and spend more time with Xiaoyu. I will find you when I need you, not abandon you!"

Speaking of this, he suddenly paused, looked at Meiyu's eyes, and his tone became gentle: "Besides, you still have some private matters to deal with, don't you?"

After that, he no longer paid attention to Uncle Meiyu who was stunned. Yunchuan lowered his head again and looked at the information that was interrogated from Kosaka.

The temperament of the Third Mizukage changed drastically. Facing the ninja clan who made small moves, he changed his past gentle way and attacked instantly with iron-blooded means, directly cleaning up a group of middle-level ninjas from the ninja clan.

Most of those who insisted on opposing the idea were killed by him in public at the meeting. His sudden change of temperament was shocking, and his cruel methods frightened everyone.

At the same time, he ordered the Hidden Mist Village to enter a blockade state, strictly prohibiting internal personnel from leaving the village without permission, and no longer open to external trade.

In addition, he began to secretly assemble ninja troops, with the goal of...

The Land of Whirlpools!

Knock... Knock...

Kumukawa lowered his head slightly, and his fingers that were tapping the table paused, and some unclear emotions slowly flowed through his eyes.

Is this drama finally about to begin?